Tuesday, January 11, 2011
epilogue to a short life
...the dust bunny (a magical creature) floated by. A vast, desolate desert and a solitary tumble weed mocking us all the while. A chance encounter, a moment; an entire lifetime with another human soul was there. In the end he was already far from us, floating farther and farther away. We watched for as long as we could strain our eyes. Was his flapping arm bidding us farewell, or was it a gesture of his longing to escape? We called out for him even though he could not hear us. We called long into the night...
-excerpt from a eulogy for Victor Rivera